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Insane Clown Posse lyrics

Album: Psychopathic Rydas Dumpin' [2000]

Tracks12
 01 Dumpin'
 02 Skrilla 4 Rilla
 03  R-U-A Ryda?
 04 Everyday
 05 Ryda Hata
 06 Slug N Ya Noggin
 07 Ghetto Fantasies
 08  Who?
 09 Killa Ova Nuttin'
 10 Plug Dat Puss
 11 Back 2 Crack
 12 Rydin' 4 Life
all Insane Clown Posse lyrics



R-U-A Ryda?
Hehe
Hey yo
This this bitch wanna know
Is she a ryda?
Hehehe
R-u-a ryda?
I don't need you all up on my nuts no more
That's what the wrinkles are there for, recognize
Besides you could never ride with us
You'll never slide with us, coincide with us
I been inside your puss so many times it's loopy
I look at you naked my dick goes droopy
Scoop me, shit black truck rolls on
You's a ryda like my name's malone dumb bitch
Hell yeah I'm a ryda
Weed rollin high lighter
Straight up detroit 7 mile east sider
Do you wanna ride with me?
You really ain't a thug, but you tried to be
Riches to rags hopes and your tattooed tears
I'm from the old school I had it hard for years
Psychopathic rydas fool m o b
Foe foe in this bitch, you wanna fuck with me, muthafuckas?
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-u-a ryda? (whoo)
Can we ride? (whoo whoo)
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-u-a ryda? (whoo)
Can we ride? (whoo whoo)
I pack big heat cause of these streets I'm so fed
Rags hangin out my back pocket
And one around my forehead
Mack daddy in the caddy
Throwing up the gang signs
If you're from the same clique
Then you're throwin up the same signs
If not the shit pops, we spit glocks and hit spots
Ignites, shells drop
Then we bail from cops
Boo yeah like in the chronicles, feelin bionicle
Get high with me
Yo ryda, then come ride with me
Full clip, psychopathic rydas and full clip go together
Like home arrest and a tether
You better, run tell a friend
Your momma, your daddy, your greasy headed granny
They all can't stand me (fuck 'em)
Cause my dick goes in to find their daughters neden holes
Blow it out then I'm out no doubt
Every day that pass my game gets tighter
Psychopathic style muthafucka I'm a ryda
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-u-a ryda? (whoo)
Can we ride? (whoo whoo)
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-u-a ryda? (whoo)
Can we ride? (whoo whoo)
Fuck with lil' shank huh?
Get off, before I cock my gat and blow your eyebrows off
You invadin my space with your mean muggin face
If you feelin froggish bitch, jump and get a taste
Yo I keep it in my waste line
Stick like a base line
Pull out my heat, fear and power at the same time
Black skull cap keep my khakis creased
Rydas got love from the west to the east
I was born in this fucked up world ryda brown
10 years old slangin dope by the pound
Out of bounds, no limit till my dirt
Bitch tried to break my heart and got her back hurt
I'll let you ride if you suck my dick
And bullet dick, and the rest of the clique yeah
You finished? cool, no doubt
Now put your clothes on and get the fuck out bitch
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-u-a ryda? (whoo)
Can we ride? (whoo whoo)
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-u-a ryda? (whoo)
Can we ride? (whoo whoo)back to top
Who?
Bring it
Cell block, twin gats
Full clip, foe foe, lil' shank, bullet
Jeremy, psychopathic rydas
Nipples, tom dub
All up in that bitch ass
Bubba dub, double a
Stepdirt, jump steady, billy bill, tom k
Mike e. clark, jason, dougie
Psychopathic tell me
Who got more hoes than us? (don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fuckin everybody)
Back the fuck up cause y'all ain't got shit
Representin the street killas my whole clique
Where the bitch we run hoes for all they loot
And when my money ain't right yo
Believe we down to shoot
Everyday what, different bitch
And at least once a month, my whole enterage switch
Hands down muthafuckas case closed
Psychopathic rydas got all the hoes
Who got more hoes than us? (don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fuckin everybody)
Everybody that's down
That is me and full clip bring it to 'em
Oooh who's dat?
Clip from the rydas
Dumpin out bystanders at the cops behind us
Oooh who's dat?
Your muthafuckin killa
Pull out my nine and blast you in your grill, yeah
Oooh who's dat?
The winner of bread
Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head
Oooh who's dat?
Hatchet representin fool hood in a black truck
Ryda till I die that's what
I don't give a fuck how many caps they peel
Fuck they crew and all they muthafuckin homeboys frontin like they real
I got the hollow tip bullets for that teflon vest
Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest
We ain't afraid to make the hammer go cock
Just to erase a couple of wack muthafuckas off the block
Leave you layin in a pine box with roses from your crew
Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who
Who got more hoes than us? (don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fuckin everybody)
You saw the show
Say I didn't rock it
I'ma jab a stick in your eye socket
I'm through tryin to prove myself all the time
I'm the muthafuckin shit bottom line
Fuck dis tryin to impress y'all
I'll wear a half shirt and walk a fat bitch through the mall
Shit I don't pick and choose my freaks
I'll fuck a crackhead with warts on her butt cheeks
And I'd still be the shit like that
Fuckin yokozuna ain't livin this fat baby what
Ain't nobody bad like us
25 drunk ryda dawgs in the tour bus
Who down with hoods in black trucks? (fuckin everybody)back to top
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